I
was just sitting there, with Nick, and the butler interrupts my train of
thought about how idiotic some of these women looked drooling all over specific
men. Probably for the best anyway because I tend to not be so much of an
endearing critic. But when the butler told me that Gatsby wanted to speak
privately with me, so many thoughts raced through my mind. All the way
from brunches, to sex. Because even though I had taken an interest in
Nick, only slightly, but an interest nonetheless, Gatsby was irresistible.
No way was I going to stay out in the open watching these inebriated men
and women fool around. So I stood up, gave nick a eyebrow raise and
walked on. The walked seemed long, very long. It gave me lots of
time to think about what was in store for me. I wonder what he looks like
in standing alone in his room waiting for me.
I can only imagine him in his nice clean cut suit with his fresh cut.
Oh yes, that suit. I've always
been a fan of suits. The ties really
make it because I can control the men. I
just now realized how much I admired Gatsby, now I knew I never understood him.
The man was so secretive. What
could he possibly want to talk about? Maybe a business deal, who knows I
could not only be a famous golfer, but make millions in some stock with Gatsby.
We'd make an unstoppable team. With his and my determination, as
well as his money and wits we'd make a fortune. Not only would he be a
huge help but I know people’s dark sides, and boy would I be able to do some
convincing. I'd be on every corner, and
everyone would know my name for more than what it is now. Ugh, doubtful,
I bet it's something like "Please stay late and clean up". What
am I thinking, the man is a gentleman, and no way would I be forced to do
that. Oh well, better to keep your
expectations low. As I approached the
door I felt some slight regret for all my thoughts about previously wanting to
jump Jay. Nick was here, just waiting
for me to come back and all I did was give him an eyebrow raise.
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